“Well that explains that, better safe than sorry eh?” Miklos grinned as he turned on his heals and strode back down the tunnel. Back in the chamber of the doors he stood to one side to allow the others to continue with their attempt on the portal.
“Where does that leave us?” mused Saeth from the rear. “If we’ve just come in a circle, did we miss anything of note in the deeper tower?”
Hasan answered Saeth’s question in grand fashion. It was clear he had been contemplating the question—Where does that leave us?—for some time. “In the deeper tower lies our fate, I fear. We shall now need all our strength, as there appears to be no way in except the most direct way. More undead surely await us. But so too does the heart of this Darker madness.”
Fidgeting with the Ring of Elyas, he continued, “My people have long followed the Quiet Way, protecting ourselves from the temptation to pursue the deepest understanding of life and death. But see what that has wrought. Evil has rekindled that knowledge in this place. My duty is to confront that evil. I am thankful to have met you on this path, and welcome your support.”
The dwarf said nothing through this all, and stomped his way back up through the tunnel to the tower entrance. As he waited for the others to take up position once more, his look to each warned of not trying to delay any longer. The priest said nothing to fray the dwarf’s temper any further. He knew Feldard to see the wisdom of such an action, but perhaps this level of caution was not justified? Only time would tell. He returned with the others and resumed his position to the right of the door waiting for Nicolai to pronounce the door safe to open.
When all were in position, Feldard entered without pause.. really hoping there was some undead inside. He needed to vent some aggression and socially it was more acceptable for his to do it against an enemy than amongst the party.
Unfortunately for the hot-headed dwarven warrior, there were no enemies readily available on the other side of the door. Rather, there was an empty, long, majestic corridor. Its walls rose 30 feet to an arched ceiling. The walls and ceiling were streaked with soot. The corridor lead north into the darkness of the tower.
After 40 feet the hallway opened into a tremendous hall, filled with broken and charred beams and rubble, the bulk of which rested in the center of the room. Overhead, the ceiling was broken through by more beams and stones.